Birthday!gift; AWDT; Slythindor100 Challenge #86
Title: Consummated
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairings: H/D, R/Hr
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1980
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for cheshyre, who asked for H/D, new relationship, magical accidental bond. I also used the following community prompts:
♥ awdt - "All I can do is think of you."
♥ slythindor100 #86 - forever
Summary: An accidental bond means that Harry and Draco must consummate it or go mad. Decisions, decisions...
"We may already be too late," Draco warned, his voice low and subdued as he led the way through the labyrinth of tunnels.
"Come on, faster," urged Harry. "Ron will never forgive me if we don't get there in time."
Aurors Potter and Malfoy were on their way to rescue Hermione Granger from a fate worse than death--being magically and irrevocably bonded to one of the few remaining Death Eaters. It was a brilliant plan, really. Whichever Death Eater she was bonded with would, in essence, be guaranteeing his own safety. The Ministry wouldn't dare put someone to death when it would result in the death of an innocent like Granger. Magical bondings were notorious, in that neither of the pair typically survived the death of the other.
Draco stopped suddenly, causing Harry to barrel into him from behind.
"Why are you...?"
"Shush!" Draco hissed. "There's a light up ahead; we must be close."
Wands drawn, they proceeded cautiously down the tunnel, peering around a rocky outcropping to the ceremonial chamber. Harry immediately spotted Hermione in the center of a pentagram, surrounded by a semi-circle of dark-robed figures. She was tied to a chair, her hands lashed behind her and her face white with fear and tension.
"We need a plan, and quickly," whispered Draco.
Harry's insides twisted with horror as he realized the ritual was nearing its end.
"...power of this spell, which will bind you for all time..."
"Sod the plan," he gritted, "we need to act." Pushing past his partner, Harry charged into the fray, wand leading the way.
Draco swore and rushed after his partner, dodging curses as he went. He arrived on the scene in time to see Potter dive into the pentagram marked out on the floor, knocking Granger out of it, chair and all. Unfortunately, that left Potter inside the pentagram...along with the anonymous Death Eater. Flinging himself forward, Draco shoved the robed figure out of the ritualistic marking. Flinching as he felt a wave of magic wash over him, Draco nevertheless rolled and came up on the other side of the pentagram, wand pointed ahead and yelling hexes.
~*~
Harry shook his head, still in shock and denial. "There must be some mistake," he insisted, voice laced with panic as he looked beseechingly at the mediwitch.
Draco pushed himself away from the wall and rubbed his temples as if it could get rid of the dull ache that was throbbing there. "There's no mistake, Potter," he sighed. "You and I were the only ones still within the pentagram when the spell activated, thus we were its targets."
Harry's face paled even further. "Then it's true," he said dully. "You and I are are now bonded together forever."
Draco nodded. "Until death do us part."
~*~
Hermione smiled wearily up at her friend. "I can't thank you enough, Harry," she murmured.
"We both owe you, mate," grinned Ron, squeezing Hermione's hand as she lay in her bed at St Mungo's.
"You and Malfoy," Hermione added graciously. When Harry visibly winced at the mention of his partner's name, Hermione frowned and asked anxiously, "He's alright, isn't he?"
"I just spoke to him; he's fine," Harry replied, eyes downcast.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked shrewdly, struggling to sit up and grimacing as she did so.
Harry had never been able to keep anything from her, so he hung his head and mumbled, "Malfoy and I were the only ones left within the pentagram when the spell activated."
"Oh, Harry, no..."
"What?" Ron demanded. "What does that mean?"
Harry turned his head in his friend's direction, not quite meeting Ron's eyes. "It means Malfoy and I were the ones the spell targeted. We're now magically bonded for life."
"WHAT?!"
~*~
"WHAT?!" Harry all but shrieked.
"I'm sorry, Mr Potter, but that's the nature of the spell," the mediwitch explained patiently.
"But I...but we...I can't," moaned Harry, burying his face in his hands.
"Then we shall both go mad," Draco responded with a calmness he didn't feel.
"Your newly bonded status must be consummated within the first 24 hours, Mr Potter, else you and Mr Malfoy will suffer needlessly," stated the woman who had been monitoring them since they had shown up at St Mungo's with an unconscious Hermione in tow.
"May we have a moment?" Draco asked. The mediwitch nodded and left the room. Draco closed his eyes and counted to ten in an effort to center himself. With a sigh, he looked at Potter once more and offered as nonchalantly as possible, "If it will make things easier for you, I'll lie back and let you do the buggering."
Harry's cock twitched at the thought, and he felt his face turn scarlet.
Draco observed his partner's blush and licked his lips nervously. "You have been with a man before, I hope?"
If possible, Harry's face got hotter. "Once," he managed to croak, "and it was all quite rushed and awkward."
Draco closed his eyes to prevent them from rolling. This did not bode well.
~*~
Draco winced and bit his lip as Potter hesitantly pushed inside of him. He hadn't bottomed in some time, and his partner was rather well-endowed. Still, once Potter was completely hilted within him, Draco felt a sense of peace and contentment settle over him...a result of the binding spell, he supposed. Their shared bond had made him eager for this joining, even as another part of him railed against it.
Harry had never penetrated another man before, and he felt clumsy and embarrassed. What if he hurt Malfoy? Nonetheless, he gamely pressed on until he was balls deep in his partner. He chanced a glance at Malfoy and noticed a rather serene expression on his face. Strangely enough, Harry felt a similar sense of calm envelop him, and he had the mad thought that he could happily spend the rest of eternity right here, between Malfoy's legs and encased in his tight heat. The feeling was quickly overcome by the urge to thrust, and Harry went at it, pulling back and pushing in, over and over.
Draco gasped in pleasant surprise when Potter managed to hit his prostate, and he reacted by draping a leg over his partner's back. This was not bad. It was rather good, actually. Draco tilted his hips up, drawing a rumble of approval from Potter's throat.
Harry groaned when Malfoy finally lifted his pelvis to meet him halfway. He responded by thrusting swifter, harder, surrendering to the urge to consummate his bond with his partner, his lover, his mate. Harry's thought processes shut down as he obeyed his body's demands and plunged his cock frantically into Malfoy.
A strangled cry made it past Draco's clenched teeth. He had thought to submit to this forced coupling with the intention of enduring it. Draco hadn't believed he might possibly enjoy Potter's sexual dominance of him. He shouldn't have been surprised. It was a commonly held belief that when a pair was magically bonded, one partner's pleasure triggered the other's. Draco got to experience that firsthand when Potter suddenly stiffened above him. As the initial burst of his partner's come pulsed into his channel, Draco's own body tensed and tightened and exploded into climax.
After lying there together for a moment on a narrow bed in a private room at St Mungo's, Harry finally raised his head to risk a guilty glance at his newly-bonded lover. "I...I didn't hurt you, did I?" he fretted.
"No," sighed Draco, "but you're getting heavy." He grimaced when Potter hastily moved away from him, pulling free of his body with a wet, messy sound. Draco quickly brought his knees together and drew his legs up modestly, feeling inexplicably shy and vulnerable in front of the man with whom he'd been intimate mere moments before.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, then blushed hotly and gathered his clothing, fleeing to the bathroom to get dressed.
~*~
Aurors Potter and Malfoy had been ordered not to report to the Ministry for three days, allowing them sufficient time to recover from the chaotic events they'd recently been subjected to. For that reason, Harry hadn't seen his partner and bondmate since then, and he found his thoughts wandering to Malfoy more and more. Surprisingly, Harry missed him. He attributed that to their unintentional bond, but having a logical reason for pining after Malfoy didn't lessen the ache. As he Floo'ed to the Ministry, Harry's heart beat faster in anticipation of seeing Malfoy again.
Draco arrived at the Ministry, frightfully eager to see his partner once more. He had considered contacting Potter in the days since they had awkwardly consummated their bond at St Mungo's, but he didn't know how his partner felt about the situation. Draco had run a gamut of emotions in the three days he'd been ordered to stay home and relax, ranging from anger to acceptance to anticipation. Once he'd come to terms with the fact that he was now bonded to Potter, Draco had decided to stop fighting it and instead make an effort to deal with the situation. That thought uppermost in his mind, he found his steps leading him quickly and eagerly to the office he shared with his partner.
Harry's eyes were fixed on the door, and his pulse jumped in excitement when it opened to admit Malfoy. His smile of welcome turned to a worried frown.
"You look like shit."
"Haven't you been sleeping?"
Each of them remained frozen in place, scowling at one another and unsure of the next move. Harry broke the stalemate by answering Malfoy's question. "No, I haven't been sleeping well. All I can do is think of you and worry about our circumstances and wonder what you think of it all," he revealed.
Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders at P...at Harry's admission. He closed the door behind him and crossed to his own desk, sinking into his chair to be at eye level with his mate. "You've not been far from my thoughts either," he confessed with a rueful shrug. Pushing his chair closer, Draco stated his case. "Harry," he began, the name feeling strange, yet strangely right, on his lips, "since we've consummated our bond, there's nothing forcing us to be together, but I believe we'd be happier if we spent as much time in one another's company as possible. At least, I know it would make me happy," he admitted.
Harry had felt his heart sink when Malfoy, no Draco, mentioned there was nothing to compel them together, so it was with a sense of giddy relief that he heard his partner add that he wanted to spend more time together. "Nothing would make me happier, either," Harry replied with a shy grin.
Draco nearly went limp with relief. "I know the circumstances are difficult, but..."
"Sod the circumstances," Harry growled, pushing his chair closer and reaching for Draco's hand. "The truth is, I've fancied you for some time, but thought it was inappropriate to act on my feelings, considering that we were partners. Now, however, I've a splendid excuse to do so. I only regret how awkward things got at St Mungo's..."
"Nonsense," Draco cut in. His own grin turning cunning, he added, "We'll simply have to practice frequently."
Harry's breath quickened and his blood rushed south. Licking his lips, he rasped, "Do you mean..."
Draco's eyes sparkled with mischief as he interjected, "I mean, let's take the remainder of the week off, purely to be certain our bond is properly, and pleasantly, consummated."
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairings: H/D, R/Hr
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex (Characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.)
Word count: 1980
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for cheshyre, who asked for H/D, new relationship, magical accidental bond. I also used the following community prompts:
♥ awdt - "All I can do is think of you."
♥ slythindor100 #86 - forever
Summary: An accidental bond means that Harry and Draco must consummate it or go mad. Decisions, decisions...
"We may already be too late," Draco warned, his voice low and subdued as he led the way through the labyrinth of tunnels.
"Come on, faster," urged Harry. "Ron will never forgive me if we don't get there in time."
Aurors Potter and Malfoy were on their way to rescue Hermione Granger from a fate worse than death--being magically and irrevocably bonded to one of the few remaining Death Eaters. It was a brilliant plan, really. Whichever Death Eater she was bonded with would, in essence, be guaranteeing his own safety. The Ministry wouldn't dare put someone to death when it would result in the death of an innocent like Granger. Magical bondings were notorious, in that neither of the pair typically survived the death of the other.
Draco stopped suddenly, causing Harry to barrel into him from behind.
"Why are you...?"
"Shush!" Draco hissed. "There's a light up ahead; we must be close."
Wands drawn, they proceeded cautiously down the tunnel, peering around a rocky outcropping to the ceremonial chamber. Harry immediately spotted Hermione in the center of a pentagram, surrounded by a semi-circle of dark-robed figures. She was tied to a chair, her hands lashed behind her and her face white with fear and tension.
"We need a plan, and quickly," whispered Draco.
Harry's insides twisted with horror as he realized the ritual was nearing its end.
"...power of this spell, which will bind you for all time..."
"Sod the plan," he gritted, "we need to act." Pushing past his partner, Harry charged into the fray, wand leading the way.
Draco swore and rushed after his partner, dodging curses as he went. He arrived on the scene in time to see Potter dive into the pentagram marked out on the floor, knocking Granger out of it, chair and all. Unfortunately, that left Potter inside the pentagram...along with the anonymous Death Eater. Flinging himself forward, Draco shoved the robed figure out of the ritualistic marking. Flinching as he felt a wave of magic wash over him, Draco nevertheless rolled and came up on the other side of the pentagram, wand pointed ahead and yelling hexes.
~*~
Harry shook his head, still in shock and denial. "There must be some mistake," he insisted, voice laced with panic as he looked beseechingly at the mediwitch.
Draco pushed himself away from the wall and rubbed his temples as if it could get rid of the dull ache that was throbbing there. "There's no mistake, Potter," he sighed. "You and I were the only ones still within the pentagram when the spell activated, thus we were its targets."
Harry's face paled even further. "Then it's true," he said dully. "You and I are are now bonded together forever."
Draco nodded. "Until death do us part."
~*~
Hermione smiled wearily up at her friend. "I can't thank you enough, Harry," she murmured.
"We both owe you, mate," grinned Ron, squeezing Hermione's hand as she lay in her bed at St Mungo's.
"You and Malfoy," Hermione added graciously. When Harry visibly winced at the mention of his partner's name, Hermione frowned and asked anxiously, "He's alright, isn't he?"
"I just spoke to him; he's fine," Harry replied, eyes downcast.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked shrewdly, struggling to sit up and grimacing as she did so.
Harry had never been able to keep anything from her, so he hung his head and mumbled, "Malfoy and I were the only ones left within the pentagram when the spell activated."
"Oh, Harry, no..."
"What?" Ron demanded. "What does that mean?"
Harry turned his head in his friend's direction, not quite meeting Ron's eyes. "It means Malfoy and I were the ones the spell targeted. We're now magically bonded for life."
"WHAT?!"
~*~
"WHAT?!" Harry all but shrieked.
"I'm sorry, Mr Potter, but that's the nature of the spell," the mediwitch explained patiently.
"But I...but we...I can't," moaned Harry, burying his face in his hands.
"Then we shall both go mad," Draco responded with a calmness he didn't feel.
"Your newly bonded status must be consummated within the first 24 hours, Mr Potter, else you and Mr Malfoy will suffer needlessly," stated the woman who had been monitoring them since they had shown up at St Mungo's with an unconscious Hermione in tow.
"May we have a moment?" Draco asked. The mediwitch nodded and left the room. Draco closed his eyes and counted to ten in an effort to center himself. With a sigh, he looked at Potter once more and offered as nonchalantly as possible, "If it will make things easier for you, I'll lie back and let you do the buggering."
Harry's cock twitched at the thought, and he felt his face turn scarlet.
Draco observed his partner's blush and licked his lips nervously. "You have been with a man before, I hope?"
If possible, Harry's face got hotter. "Once," he managed to croak, "and it was all quite rushed and awkward."
Draco closed his eyes to prevent them from rolling. This did not bode well.
~*~
Draco winced and bit his lip as Potter hesitantly pushed inside of him. He hadn't bottomed in some time, and his partner was rather well-endowed. Still, once Potter was completely hilted within him, Draco felt a sense of peace and contentment settle over him...a result of the binding spell, he supposed. Their shared bond had made him eager for this joining, even as another part of him railed against it.
Harry had never penetrated another man before, and he felt clumsy and embarrassed. What if he hurt Malfoy? Nonetheless, he gamely pressed on until he was balls deep in his partner. He chanced a glance at Malfoy and noticed a rather serene expression on his face. Strangely enough, Harry felt a similar sense of calm envelop him, and he had the mad thought that he could happily spend the rest of eternity right here, between Malfoy's legs and encased in his tight heat. The feeling was quickly overcome by the urge to thrust, and Harry went at it, pulling back and pushing in, over and over.
Draco gasped in pleasant surprise when Potter managed to hit his prostate, and he reacted by draping a leg over his partner's back. This was not bad. It was rather good, actually. Draco tilted his hips up, drawing a rumble of approval from Potter's throat.
Harry groaned when Malfoy finally lifted his pelvis to meet him halfway. He responded by thrusting swifter, harder, surrendering to the urge to consummate his bond with his partner, his lover, his mate. Harry's thought processes shut down as he obeyed his body's demands and plunged his cock frantically into Malfoy.
A strangled cry made it past Draco's clenched teeth. He had thought to submit to this forced coupling with the intention of enduring it. Draco hadn't believed he might possibly enjoy Potter's sexual dominance of him. He shouldn't have been surprised. It was a commonly held belief that when a pair was magically bonded, one partner's pleasure triggered the other's. Draco got to experience that firsthand when Potter suddenly stiffened above him. As the initial burst of his partner's come pulsed into his channel, Draco's own body tensed and tightened and exploded into climax.
After lying there together for a moment on a narrow bed in a private room at St Mungo's, Harry finally raised his head to risk a guilty glance at his newly-bonded lover. "I...I didn't hurt you, did I?" he fretted.
"No," sighed Draco, "but you're getting heavy." He grimaced when Potter hastily moved away from him, pulling free of his body with a wet, messy sound. Draco quickly brought his knees together and drew his legs up modestly, feeling inexplicably shy and vulnerable in front of the man with whom he'd been intimate mere moments before.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, then blushed hotly and gathered his clothing, fleeing to the bathroom to get dressed.
~*~
Aurors Potter and Malfoy had been ordered not to report to the Ministry for three days, allowing them sufficient time to recover from the chaotic events they'd recently been subjected to. For that reason, Harry hadn't seen his partner and bondmate since then, and he found his thoughts wandering to Malfoy more and more. Surprisingly, Harry missed him. He attributed that to their unintentional bond, but having a logical reason for pining after Malfoy didn't lessen the ache. As he Floo'ed to the Ministry, Harry's heart beat faster in anticipation of seeing Malfoy again.
Draco arrived at the Ministry, frightfully eager to see his partner once more. He had considered contacting Potter in the days since they had awkwardly consummated their bond at St Mungo's, but he didn't know how his partner felt about the situation. Draco had run a gamut of emotions in the three days he'd been ordered to stay home and relax, ranging from anger to acceptance to anticipation. Once he'd come to terms with the fact that he was now bonded to Potter, Draco had decided to stop fighting it and instead make an effort to deal with the situation. That thought uppermost in his mind, he found his steps leading him quickly and eagerly to the office he shared with his partner.
Harry's eyes were fixed on the door, and his pulse jumped in excitement when it opened to admit Malfoy. His smile of welcome turned to a worried frown.
"You look like shit."
"Haven't you been sleeping?"
Each of them remained frozen in place, scowling at one another and unsure of the next move. Harry broke the stalemate by answering Malfoy's question. "No, I haven't been sleeping well. All I can do is think of you and worry about our circumstances and wonder what you think of it all," he revealed.
Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders at P...at Harry's admission. He closed the door behind him and crossed to his own desk, sinking into his chair to be at eye level with his mate. "You've not been far from my thoughts either," he confessed with a rueful shrug. Pushing his chair closer, Draco stated his case. "Harry," he began, the name feeling strange, yet strangely right, on his lips, "since we've consummated our bond, there's nothing forcing us to be together, but I believe we'd be happier if we spent as much time in one another's company as possible. At least, I know it would make me happy," he admitted.
Harry had felt his heart sink when Malfoy, no Draco, mentioned there was nothing to compel them together, so it was with a sense of giddy relief that he heard his partner add that he wanted to spend more time together. "Nothing would make me happier, either," Harry replied with a shy grin.
Draco nearly went limp with relief. "I know the circumstances are difficult, but..."
"Sod the circumstances," Harry growled, pushing his chair closer and reaching for Draco's hand. "The truth is, I've fancied you for some time, but thought it was inappropriate to act on my feelings, considering that we were partners. Now, however, I've a splendid excuse to do so. I only regret how awkward things got at St Mungo's..."
"Nonsense," Draco cut in. His own grin turning cunning, he added, "We'll simply have to practice frequently."
Harry's breath quickened and his blood rushed south. Licking his lips, he rasped, "Do you mean..."
Draco's eyes sparkled with mischief as he interjected, "I mean, let's take the remainder of the week off, purely to be certain our bond is properly, and pleasantly, consummated."